Sad autumn

what……"

Suzuki's eyes became more wet, but he didn't make any noise. He put down his chopsticks and drank heavily. After emptying the bottle, he took out an extra ten yuan, opened another bottle of wine, and continued to drink.After drinking a bottle and a half of beer, Suzuki seemed to be a different person, swearing at the world and talking endlessly.

"That damned Watanabe! All he knows is to hang out with women! And that Eguchi! What else can he do besides flattering the minister?! He always likes to talk about others behind his back, is he still a middle school student? Give people weird nicknames! Can't office workers enjoy watching "The Cemetery of Benevolence"? Can't bosozokus read Sima Ryotaro in their spare time? Tusan! You are honestly saying that you are sent by them to spy on me You guys! I know you are! Because I sent an email to President Maeda, exposing them to steal kickbacks from advertisers!

"Are you reporting my movements to them with your mobile phone all day? Don't worry! I will resign when I get back! Ah, no, I have already sent a resignation email tonight! I quit! Ahh, Suzuki Jun is such a weird person! Ah, no, no, they will say, the night dew in the countryside is miserable, sir, I used to be a gangster in Kanazawa! For these Tokyoites, it’s the countryside outside of Shinjuku, right? I think the subway in Tokyo is more difficult than the roads in the Kansai countryside! If you are not careful, you will fall off the yellow line, which will add another number to the number of suicides in Tokyo!

"Anyway, I'm a weird person! Fuck them! Anyway, Japan is about to end!! The world is about to end!! There are people walking on the road using mobile phones, mobile phones control our lives Tucson ! Without using artificial intelligence, human beings will be killed by mobile phones! It is said that machines can’t lie to people, but I know how to fool people by looking at the front camera of mobile phones!”

Tuchun laughed and took a sip of wine.Suzuki was stuck, and drank to moisten his throat. He didn't speak for a long time, but his throat didn't stop for a moment, like the exhaust pipe of a motorcycle, humming and accumulating power.Finally he burst out.

"Why don't you have any youthful vigor, Tusan! Don't just drink and smoke, get a girlfriend!" Suzuki said to himself, opened the store's freezer, picked up four bottles of beer, and opened them all. Hold the bottle and drink.His voice flattened, and his accent became a bit strange. He said, "A man's sadness can only be related to women! Either it has something to do with his mother or his woman!

"My mother...she... my mother is 76 years old this year! Her hand..." Suzuki grabbed Tuchun's hand, then let go, and went to touch the dining table, which was covered with a plastic table. Slippery, Suzuki had to grab the disposable chopsticks and touch them again and again.He fell silent.For a while, he sucked his nose and looked at Tuchun.At this moment, his expression was the most relaxed expression Tuchun had ever seen, but for some reason, this relaxation made Suzuki look very funny.Tuchun wanted to laugh.

Suzuki asked him at this time: "Tusan, have you read Wei Yingwu's poem?! That is your Suzhou poet! He has a poem!" Suzuki poured wine, put down the glass with a snap, poured himself a drink, and continued: , "I quit! My mother is dead! I quit! I'm going to be a poet! Tucson! Do you read poetry?? Tucson, you should read poetry! Bai Juyi! Wei Yingwu! Don't you read ?”

Tuchun said: "I recited "Pipa Xing" in high school..."

"To be happy in life is to be happy!" Suzuki raised his head and recited aloud. He lowered his head and took a big mouthful of shredded pork with green peppers. He still couldn't figure it out, and asked faintly, "Why is shredded pork with green peppers so spicy..."

"Mr. Suzuki, that's Li Bai's poem." Tuchun said in a low voice.

Suzuki ignored it, hiccupped, and was completely immersed in his own world.He took out a photo from his pocket, handed it to Tuchun, and said, "This is my mother."

Tuchun took a look, good guy, Sun Ce, the little overlord in "Three Kingdoms Warriors".

Suzuki himself watched it, and suddenly sighed: "Bo Fu, he died young."

He rubbed the photo, and another photo fell from the back of this photo. Tuchun looked at it again, and this time he saw an elderly woman with small eyes, thin, wrinkled, and dry lips, smiling slightly.

Tuchun had nothing to say, but wanted to say something, so he asked, "Mr. Suzuki...do you want to try mapo tofu?"

Suzuki wailed.

Tuchun drank with Suzuki for half the night, but he was not drunk, Suzuki drank in a daze, and was carried back to the hotel by Tuchun, singing his self-compiled "The Ending Song".The next afternoon, Suzuki came to knock on Tuchun's door, and his tone and expression changed back to that serious Suzuki Yosuke, and he asked Tuchun immediately: "How much should I pay for the wine last night?" ?”

Tuchun said, "No, it's okay."

Suzuki insisted, with the tails of his eyes raised high, insisting on him saying a number.Tuchun said, "Then...fifty."

Suzuki stared at him, and Tuchun nodded his head: "Yes, yes, fifty."

Suzuki lowered his head to look for money, Tuchun struck up a conversation casually, and asked, "Where does Mr. Suzuki want to visit today?"

Suzuki glanced at Tuchun, but said nothing, still buried in the money.Tu Chun whispered: "The green one..." He added, "Uh, that, I'm not your company... uh, a spy hired by your colleagues."

Suzuki took out a green note and put it into Tuchun's hand, held his hand, bowed slightly, and said, "I want to go to Quyuan today, but I'm going to be in trouble."

"Quyuan... what two words are they?"

Suzuki wrote to Tuchun, and Tuchun made a gesture, turned around and entered the room, half closed the door, and leaned behind the door to search for the address and profile of "Quyuan".Actually, there is a Qu Garden. The garden is in the Department of Equine Medicine. It is the private garden of Yu Yue, a scholar in the late Qing Dynasty. The name of the garden means "Qu Ze Quan".Tuchun memorized the address and the appearance of the front door in the picture, and then went out to meet Suzuki.From Tongjing North Road to the Department of Horse Medicine, there were too many trips by bus, so Tuchun took a taxi. He sat in the front, and Suzuki sat in the back. The chat program on the radio station is speaking Suzhou dialect leisurely by tuk tuk.Tuchun still made a report with Gu Xiaohao: Suzuki and I went to Quyuan.

Not long after the message was sent, Tuchun's phone vibrated, and there was an extra message, not from Gu Xiaohao, but from An Hao.He landed in Guangzhou.

It stinks hot.An Hao wrote.

Tuchun wanted to call him back, so he typed a few words: Last night, the old dog asked me to go out, and typed "out". After thinking about it, he deleted them all, and changed it back to: drink more water and be careful of heat stroke.

It's also strange, the front foot sent away the message, and the back foot received the old dog's invitation.He said that he would not go to the bar today, he had an appointment with the hot springs, and he did not meet any new friends. They were all old friends. He went to the newly opened hot spring club. No one had ever been to it. He heard it was very fresh and interesting.Tuchun didn't reply, he grabbed the phone with one hand and rubbed the screen repeatedly, and supported his head with the other hand.He yawned quietly.

Suzhou is also hot. The air conditioner is turned on in the car, which can block the high temperature, but it cannot block the scorching sun. Tuchun's legs, hands, and half of his face were quickly burned by the sun. He tried to hide in the shadows as much as possible. Rub your phone, rub your fingers.He looked back at Suzuki, the Japanese who was always unsmiling during the day raised his head, closed his eyes, and fell asleep with his mouth open.

The air-conditioning blowing sound was louder than the radio host's voice.Tuchun wanted to smoke a little.

Quyuan was in the alley of the Horse Medicine Department, and the car couldn't drive in. The driver dropped them off at the entrance of the alley.Tuchun saw a fast food box restaurant nearby, and asked Suzuki, "Haven't you eaten lunch yet?"

It was true that Suzuki hadn't had lunch yet, so the two went in and ordered a double-topped rice bowl.What Suzuki wanted was mapo tofu with stir-fried long cowpea. He ate the tofu spoonful after spoonful, and his face was flushed instantly after eating, sweating profusely, and snot dripping from his nose.Tuchun went to buy a box of iced milk and came over. He ate fried shrimp cakes and crab roe tofu rice.Someone was smoking in the store, Suzuki also lit a cigarette while blowing his nose and wiping his tears.

Tuchun said: "It seems that curry shops that serve extra spicy curry also serve milk."

"This is the level of hell chili." Suzuki said painfully, but he didn't stop eating.

"Has Mr. Suzuki been to Sichuan?"

Suzuki said: "That's the destination of my graduation trip."

Tuchun also lit a cigarette, took a sip, and said with a cigarette in his mouth: "Are you coming to China from Japan for a graduation trip? I thought you would choose Korea, uh, or places like Hawaii, which are often seen in Japanese dramas and movies. .”

Suzuki said, "It's Bosozoku's graduation trip."

"Ah, that's it..." Tuchun flicked the cigarette ash, and looked outside in disinterest.The sidewalk was full of battery cars parked, the ground was black and dusty, the fan was turned on in the store, the door was opened, and the smell of sweat and heat waves circulated around them.Suzuki's voice was deep, and he could hear that he was suffering from a hangover. He said: "I took a cruise ship with my fellow bosozoku, and when I passed through Baidi City, I killed them all, officially reconciling with me. Farewell to my bosozoku career."

Tuchun turned his head to look at Suzuki. Suzuki sat upright, his eyebrows twitched, and the collar of his clothes was wet with sweat. He met Tuchun's eyes seriously and said, "Of course I'm joking." He smoked and drank milk. , Said: "This is the work of a teacher in our publishing house. The murderer has created a perfect alibi for himself by relying on the breath-holding level comparable to the Guinness World Record." Suzuki glanced at the floor tiles sideways, and said contemptuously, "If you want me to say That's enough nonsense."

Tuchun smiled: "Maybe he is a professional diver... I don't think he has such a profession?" He thought, "Ah, but there is a movie, a French movie, where the male protagonist often dives into the deep sea , it’s kind of like challenging the limits of the human body.”

"Ah, Lukou Beizong."

"Yes, yes, Luc Besson."

"Lu..."

"Luc... Besson..."

"Luc Besson..." Suzuki followed Tuchun seriously, and the two finally got the same pronunciation. He ate and drank all the mapo tofu rice and milk, squinted his eyes, smoked, and Khan, no more words.After they paid for their meals, they went to Quyuan.

The gate of Quyuan is dilapidated, and in front of the gate you can see a stone tablet engraved with the words "key cultural relics protection unit". Only an old father with a front tooth hanging from his mouth is guarding the gate.The old man's speech is leaky, and he can only speak Suzhou dialect.Tuchun asked him: "Hey, there is an explanatory grid? This is to introduce what is in the garden..." (Do you have an explanation here? It is to introduce what is in the garden...)

The old man invited them in with a smile, and he was very enthusiastic: "Go in, go in."

Tuchun suspected that the old man's hearing was not very sharp, he turned his head and said to Suzuki: "It seems that there is no explanation provided."

Suzuki looked forward, nodded, took out the camera from his pocket, took a photo of the "Tanhua Jidi" plaque on the beam, and walked in front of Tuchun quietly.

"Look slowly, look slowly." The old father followed in, passed the hall but stopped, and waved at them while holding the door frame. Tuchun also waved at him, turned around and caught up with Suzuki.

Qu Garden is fairly clean and tidy, with mahogany doors and glass windows, the style is quite trendy, but there are too many weeds and wild flowers among the green grass and green trees, it is rare to see a shadow on the gray wall, but nothing can be tasted Mood and taste.There is no special scenery in the garden, the layout is quite satisfactory, the front hall is connected to several long rooms, and there are small yards in front of and behind the houses. Magnolia flowers have bloomed, and now they are covered with green leaves on their heads. When the sweet smell of sweet rhinoceros, the moss among the cobblestones grows very sparsely, and some even seem to have withered and turned yellow.Suzuki, on the other hand, was very interested in shopping, and often came to ask Tuchun what the couplet meant, who wrote the plaque, and took pictures of the glass cabinet where the classics were placed.

After Chunzaitang, passing through Zhenchun Pavilion, there is a miniature garden with rockery, pavilions, and ponds, typical garden landscaping, but the pavilions and ponds are too small, and it looks pitiful at first glance.The stone tablet of "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" written by the owner of the garden and other poems are scattered under the veranda.Suzuki stopped here and studied those square characters one by one.Tuchun went outside to eat a cigarette.There are a few goldfish in the pond, maybe koi carp, they are too small, and the water is not clear, and many black bugs are flying around the weeds by the pond.

After a long time, Suzuki came out from the veranda, passed by Tuchun, and sat down in the pavilion.The pavilion has a name, called Qushui Pavilion.Suzuki asked Tuchun: "Is there any origin of this name?"

"Many pavilions in China have this name," Tuchun said, adding, "because it's near the water."

Suzuki nodded, no problem.He took out his manuscript, looked at the garden, lowered his head to write a few strokes, looked up again, and lowered his head to write again.Tuchun peeked at him from time to time, Suzuki wrote in Japanese, with scribbled handwriting, and kept a distance between the two of them, Tuchun couldn't see the whole picture of the Japanese.

He finished one cigarette and lit another.

Suzuki also eats cigarettes, he is already used to the taste of Su Yan, and he won't choke any more.

As they sat, Tuchun suddenly thought he heard the murmur of water, faint but uninterrupted, and then he thought he heard the sound of the waves.The sound of the waves became louder, and Tuchun looked into the distance, and he didn't know where the bamboos were, and the whispers of the green trees were amplified by the wind and spread.

Suzuki also raised his head, and said softly, "That novel sold 50 copies."

Tuchun smiled, and Suzuki said again, "It's really nonsense."

Tuchun thought for a while, then asked him, "Then what is the murderer's motive?"

"Just to prove that he can hold his breath underwater for 10 minutes." Suzuki said calmly, with a sigh of relief, followed by a puff of smoke.

Tuchun's cell phone vibrated, and he took it out to have a look. The old dog didn't give up, and sent two messages to ask him out.Tuchun laughed. At this moment, Suzuki said: "So Japan is really going to be finished."

"Maybe there are people who can understand the murderer, the kind of determination to prove oneself..." Tu Chun said casually, typing quickly on his hands, he politely rejected the old dog, and before the old dog could reply, he switched his phone to Mute stuffed it into his pocket.

"That Japan is really doomed!" Suddenly, Suzuki Yosuke, who was raving nonsense at night, ran out, but soon he slipped away, and Suzuki continued to speak in his deep voice: "Who wants To understand him, everyone only cares about whether they are understood, who would want to understand others."

"Probably not being understood is a very painful thing..."

"Is there anything wrong with suffering? Your mother endured so much pain in order to bring you into the world, so you deserve to suffer a little while alive."

Tuchun stopped ringing, and Suzuki didn't ring either. He was writing something in the manuscript, and he said to Tuchun: "I'm writing poetry."

"Is it a haiku?"

"No, it's just words and words, but because it expresses my thoughts, and thoughts that I can't express clearly, it becomes poetry."

He wrote silently, and Tuchun sat silently. He was so hot that he was sweating, but he didn't want to get up. Still hot.Tuchun still didn't move.He and Suzuki sat in the Qushui Pavilion until it was dark, and the light was so weak that it was no longer suitable for writing, so they left.

The old dad who guarded the gate was gone, and after Tuchun came out, he closed the gate.

Suzuki suggested to him: "We should try shredded pork with green pepper again."

Tuchun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and took Suzuki to visit the stall again.This time Suzuki didn't ask for wine, and only ate green pepper shredded pork, fish-flavored shredded pork and Mushu pork.After eating, the two went back home and went to bed separately. Early the next morning, Suzuki came to find Tuchun, who also wanted to visit Quyuan.Today, the gatekeeper of Qu Garden has changed, it is no longer the old man with leaky teeth, but a middle-aged man, the garden is much more lively than yesterday, a group of old people are playing chess around an osmanthus tree.Suzuki found a seat at random and sat down, writing words and composing his poems.This sitting lasted all morning. Tuchun had nothing else to do, but he had to look at Suzuki. He had nothing to write, so he could only watch chess. Quyuan.The chess players moved, and the sun was high, so they took shelter in the Qushui Pavilion to hide from the sun, and Suzuki also changed seats, sitting under the veranda opposite the Qushui Pavilion.Tuchun ran on both sides, and when he got bored watching chess, he went back to the porch to eat cigarettes.He and Suzuki exchanged cigarettes, and Suzuki choked on his cigarette. He coughed and told Tuchun: "In the evening, I will go to Nanjing and then to Gansu."

He showed Tuchun his train ticket and said, "I heard that the celestial maidens in Dunhuang are very beautiful. I have seen beautiful celestial maidens in Cambodia. I want to know who is more beautiful."

"And write them into the poem?" Tuchun asked.

Suzuki looked at him, looking away.Loud cheers came from the Qushui Pavilion.Tuchun smiled to himself.He contacted Gu Xiaohao and said: Suzuki is leaving.

Gu Xiaohao replied: Didn't you go anywhere other than Quyuan?The map is not drawn anymore?

Tu Chunhui: He just wrote poems and didn't go anywhere else.

After about ten minutes, Gu Xiaohao replied: writing poetry?Weird, wait until I go to the Motel to find you and look at his camera.

Suzuki and Tuchun returned to the hotel. Before Suzuki set off for the train station, Gu Xiaohao really arrived. He and Suzuki met for the second time. This time, he was more polite. He even went up to shake hands and greeted him. He asked Tuchun to translate for him: "Help Let me introduce myself, my surname is Gu, and I’m here to see off Mr. Suzuki, and I want to see his camera for routine inspection, routine inspection.”

Gu Xiaohao shook Suzuki's hand up and down, while Tuchun was considering his words, Suzuki asked him, "Does he want to look at my camera? Or my poems?"

Tuchun smiled, and Suzuki handed over the two things. Gu Xiaohao twitched his eyebrows, and asked Tuchun in a low voice: "Does this Japanese understand Chinese?" Do you understand me?" (This Japanese can understand Chinese? Then that night...he couldn't understand Suzhou dialect, right?)

Tu Chun asked Gu Xiaohao: "Do you want a copy of this book?"

Gu Xiaohao nodded: "Hey, it's pretty good, make a copy, and go to Chen Guangyu to translate and translate, and see what is written in the end." What exactly was written.)

Tu Chun went to ask Suzuki: "Mr. Suzuki, can you make a copy of this book?"

Suzuki sighed unexpectedly, then moved his chin slightly, lowered his head, gently stroked the cover of the manuscript, and solemnly handed the book to Tuchun with both hands.Tu Chun nodded to him, Suzuki nodded along, but didn't let go, Tu Chun thought, this will be endless, but Suzuki let go of the book first, took out a cigarette, and gave Gu Xiaohao a cigarette.Gu Xiaohao was stunned for a moment, took the cigarette, and walked outside the hotel with Suzuki to smoke, he told Tuchun: "After copying it, please transfer it first, write a report, if there is something that needs to be reimbursed, after the invoice is posted on the report, let me go." Taizilang.” (After copying, you can go back first and write a report. If there is anything to be reimbursed, the invoice will be pasted behind the report and put on my desk.)

Tu Chun agreed, and he borrowed the hotel's photocopier to copy Suzuki's manuscript in its entirety, and then returned to the institute.

Xiao Zhao was on duty on the second floor. When he saw Tu Chun coming up, he dragged him to chat with him.Xiao Zhao asked him: "Is the Japanese going away?"

Tuchun turned on the computer, took out the typed invoices from his trouser pocket, sorted them together, and said, "Tsk."

Xiao Zhao smiled and said, "I think you can speak Japanese." (I didn't expect you to speak Japanese.)

Tuchun also laughed: "Talking nonsense."

"Old Gu, the gang..." Xiao Zhao hesitated to speak, and smiled all over his face. (You and Lao Gu are...)

Tuchun said: "I mentioned it once, and Ge Chenguang mentioned it when we came to lunch." (I mentioned it once, and I mentioned it when we had lunch together.)

Xiao Zhao patted his trouser leg and said, "Well, anyway, help me out, I'll do it next week." (Well, it doesn't matter to me anyway, I won't do it next week.)

Tuchun said: "The store decoration is done, huh? It's pretty fast." (The store decoration is done? Pretty fast.)

Xiao Zhao sighed: "It's going to be hard next time. Last week I went to buy miscellaneous insurance. When I reach the retirement age, I can get some small dishes and copper coins every month. Next time, I will rely on insurance to help Xiao Ning." It’s hard, I bought an insurance last week, and when I reach the retirement age, I can get some food money every month, and I will rely on the insurance and the children in the future.)

Tuchun smiled, watching the computer typing, his echoing voice gradually weakened, Xiao Zhao turned his face away, and stopped talking.After writing the report and printing it out, Tuchun put it on Gu Xiaohao's desk and said goodbye to Xiao Zhao.

Xiao Zhao was so enthusiastic that he insisted on sending him downstairs, and even dragged him outside to talk, saying, "Come to Shiquan Street to have a look." (When will you come to Shiquan Street to have a look.)

"Good quality, good quality, business is booming." Tuchun bowed his hands and walked out.

He took a taxi back home, the living room was dark, Tuqing's slippers were neatly placed at the entrance, he was not at home, and Jasmine's room could be heard from time to time in a conversation with a strong Taiwanese accent, Tuchun didn't turn on the light, just went back In the room, after taking a bath, I went to lie down on the bed and fell asleep.In the middle of the night, his mobile phone vibrated wildly on the bedside table. He took it to his eyes in a daze, and two lines of words jumped out on the screen.

Agenda reminder.

Di Qiu.

Tuchun woke up with fright, sat up, and his heart was pounding. He looked around the room, thinking about many things, and the more he thought about it, the more nervous he became. When he saw the thick curtain, Tuchun breathed a sigh of relief.

The leather coat he hung on the curtain rack had long been put away by Jasmine.He remembered, the superstition he had heard, and the 49 days he hadn't been able to wait.

Tuchun turned off the schedule reminder and lay down again.

He dreamed of Di Qiu.

Dreaming of Di Qiu, whom he hadn’t seen or dreamed about for a long, long time—he was so frightened by a hundred feet, he ran wildly all over the room, and when he was tired from running, he calmed down and sat by the window to read a book .He was probably reading poetry.Hundreds of feet crawled all over the wall, and the wall was gray.

This dream was too short, Tuchun woke up immediately, but it was already dawn.Tuchun clenched the sweat in his palms, he breathed slowly, and he felt his heart sinking gradually.

He found a piece of paper and wrote two words.

Di, Qiu.

These two words look a bit alike, one word is on fire, and the two together burn his sight.What rhyme would they be?